he walks the streetslooking for something to eatjust like the pigeononly it's worse for himbecause he Knows he's not a pigeon.He's a man.with the same thoughtsthe same adversitythe same pupils and brain stemas the president of the United Stateswe all clinch our fistswe all want morethe bum wants just enoughhe's willing to sharemaybe that's how he ended up on the streetshe gave it all awaythere's always plenty of takersthe moment you have something to giveand so we live for the takewe live for the snatch and grabthe tug and pullwinner take allhe who dies with the most toys winsbut he still diesjust like that poor bum on the streethis arteries will clogand he'll collapsethey'll do an autopsytry to place a name on his toe tagif not just make one upborn to rotborn to steal and beguntil the last dropthis concentrated Earththese plundered valleysthese wretched animalschewing and clawinginto the everlastinginto the apocalypsedogs chasing invisible fliesbut we know we're not dogsso we chew and claw with remorsewe sin in our every actionwe question and doubt existence itselfthe universe only goes as far as you can seebeyond that is just a chasm of meaninglessness